Return of Mount Hua Sect

There's something about being friends! (3)

Crackle.

The Sichuan specialty, Cheonhong, was slowly poured into the glass.

A gentle scent that puts people at ease permeated the room.

"Well."

The person holding the cup is polite, but he savored the tea with a gesture that does not go against the tea ceremony.

“Would you like a drink?”

soft voice.

However, the subtle heaviness behind the tone made us realize the identity of the speaker anew.

but… … .

"excuse me."

Cheongmyung, who had been watching him silently, said with a fat face.

“If you come here and pretend to be calm like that, nothing will change, right?”

“… … .”

Dang Gunak, who set down the teacup, glanced around.

The disciples of the volcano who were sitting in the room were looking at him with fat faces. Even the daughter-in-law had a pouty face.

“Great.”

Tang Gunak let out a low, low cough.

'I was excited.'

It was too exciting. It makes me wonder if there has ever been another time in the past ten years that I have lost my mind like this.

Thinking that he had to fix it somehow, he spoke with a solemn voice.

"You'd think I did it, but... … .”

"Yes."

“… … .”

Tang Gunak recalled what kind of person Cheongmyeong was.

“… … Of course, it's true that I was a little excited, but that's because the end of the year is such a precious thing."

"Ah… … Yes."

“… … .”

It was probably not a good reaction.

Tang Gunak glanced at everyone's eyes and smiled softly again.

“So, for now, let’s have a cup of tea or something… … .”

But Qingming neatly cut the waist of his horse.

“I think it’s good, so let’s get right into the basics. So, you mean you can make a Hancheol sword?”

“… … .”

How could this guy, a sage, have a quicker temper than a sichuan?

But it was good that the topic had changed.

“It is true that as Han Cheol’s seed dries up in the midfield, his skills are being put into practice. Fortunately, however, there are still laws on how to deal with Hancheol in the Tang family.”

"Yes. Then please do it.”

Tang Gunak frowned at that casual answer.

“But are you really going to make a sword? Again, now Hancheol is a valuable commodity that cannot be compared with gold. But to make a sword out of that precious iron... … .”

Qingming replied sarcastically.

“Yeah, it’s iron.”

“Because it’s not just iron!”

Tang Gunak could not give up and continued to dissuade him, but Cheongmyeong only shrugged his shoulders.

“I know what you mean, but I have a lot of money. There are many ways to earn. But now you can’t find it anywhere else.”

"Yes."

“Then, of course, we have to make a sword. If you waste it on something else and can’t make it later when you want to make it, you can’t because your stomach hurts.”

“… … .”

Tang Gunak finally shook his head at that calm and weak explanation.

'Certainly not sane.'

but that's clear

“I see. If you say so, you should make it. Instead, you should pay the price properly.”

“It’s a price between friends!”

“The more transactions between friends, the more certain it should be.”

As if Tang Gunak could not back down, he gave strength and endured. Qingming pouted his mouth.

“How much will you get?”

“It’s money. Instead, the hancheol you brought... … .”

“Oh, that’s not possible!”

“Give me some, give me some! There are so many! Does it make any sense to take it off?”

As Tang Gun-ak's voice gradually increased, he looked at him with a face that he did not like Cheong-myeong at all.

“Where are you going to use Hancheol? It's better to sell."

“… … That’s the story of making things like swords.”

Tang Gunak let out a deep sigh.

“As you know, memorizing is a consumable item.”

"right."

“The more advanced memorization, the thinner and finer it should be made, so no matter how carefully you use it, it will eventually wear out. Once issued, it is not easy to retrieve it.”

"Yes."

“But, paradoxically, that’s why it should be made of better iron. Do you understand what I mean?”

"Yes. So, it means that there is a memorization that I want to make with the rest of the year.”

“That’s correct.”

Tang Gun-eak's eyes blazed rare.

not interested in wealth But this was a little different.

For the Sacheondang family, a stronger and more sophisticated memorization is an irreplaceable treasure. Just because memorization becomes more sophisticated, it is possible to achieve the same effect as the rise of inactivity.

“There are some memorizations in the family that cannot be made except by a robber comparable to the rest of the year. Since it became extremely difficult to obtain Hancheol, we tried to preserve it by refraining from using it as much as possible, but that too had its limits.”

“After saving Han-cheol, do you want to make it again?”

“That’s correct.”

“Hmm.”

Cheongmyung shook his head left and right as if he was in deep trouble.

“Are there any stumbling blocks?”

"Nope. What… … Not like that.”

"then?"

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke in a voice still full of worries.

“I think in my head, the stronger the danga, the more it will help the volcano, so of course we should do it.”

“… … would you?”

Qingming laughed out loud.

“But when I heard that Hancheol was precious, I felt sick to my stomach to take it off. If I hadn’t heard that it was precious, I think I would have gladly gave it to you.”

Tang Gunak smiled brightly at those honest words.

'I went all the way to help with this.'

Why?

Why.

“Ts. what can't you do People shouldn't be this kind, but since you're the head of the family, I'll listen to you once in particular. Take a little bit of it.”

"thanks… … .”

"a little bit!"

“… … I am truly grateful to tears.”

It's something to be really thankful for, but it's also a talent to make people not thank you so much.

Tang Gunak shook his head.

“Then there won’t be any time. Go.”

"Yes? Where?”

A slight smile crept onto his lips.

“You should go to someone who can handle Han-cheol.”

"Hello!"

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you volcanoes!”

“Oh, my lady! You are getting healthier!”

All the way along the Tanggunak to the depths of the Tang family, the people they encountered greeted each other with bright faces.

At the hospitality, the disciples of Hwasan secretly smiled without realizing it.

“It’s very different from last time.”

“That’s it.”

At Yoonjong’s words, Baekcheon looked around with a new look. In fact, the eyes of the Danga people who looked at them were full of favor.

I had visited Danga as a guest before, but I had never felt that kind of gaze. Rather, I received border-filled eyes.

A lot has changed in a short period of time.

“Because the Tang family no longer regards the volcano as an outsider.”

Hearing their conversation, the party team smiled and explained.

“Those who are volcanic may not know this, but the Dan family is not a sect that makes friends recklessly. We are uniting with other generations in the name of the Five Generations, but that is out of necessity.”

“… … right."

“But volcanoes are different. The Tang family wants to have a relationship that supports Huashan and sincerely supports each other. Gasols know the heart of such a headmaster.”

"Ah… … .”

Baekcheon nodded at the same words as Jeongron.

At that moment, Danjan, who was on the other side, whispered softly enough that only they could hear it.

“And thanks to the fact that the Qingmyeong Dojo destroyed the Senate the other day, Gaju-sama’s position has risen a lot. Thanks to this, the family developed quickly and the lives of the Gasols became a little easier. So everyone welcomes the volcano.”

“… … .”

Baek Chen thought for a moment. It seems that most of the problems scattered here and there are solved by beating people down.

“But where are we going now?”

“I’m going to the workshop.”

“Looking at it earlier, it seemed that the workshop was over there… … .”

Dangzan smiled brightly.

“There is no way that there is only one workshop in the Sacheondang family. There are more than a dozen workshops within the family alone.”

“… … It’s huge.”

“The place I’m going to is the most important if it’s the most important of all the workshops, and the most useless if it’s the most useless.”

"Yes? What do you mean... … .”

“Go see it and you will see.”

A well-manicured garden appeared as we passed the place where the temples were gathered. As we passed through the garden and headed inward, an old and old workshop was revealed, unlike the grandiose pavilion we had seen before.

“You can just put it down here.”

"Yes."

The disciples of Hwasan, who put down the Hanchul they had embraced in the yard, followed Tanggunak to the house next to the studio.

It was an old thatched house that looked like it was going to collapse at any moment. Tang Gunak, standing in front of him, opened his mouth softly in an inappropriately polite posture.

“Grandfather. It’s military music.”

As Tang Gunak lowered his posture, the others reflexively gathered their hands and bowed their heads.

“Great-grandfather.”

“… … .”

But when there was no answer after calling several times, Tang Gunak carefully opened the door of the thatched house with a slightly trembling face.

Then I saw an old man with white hair lying in a small room with a very calm face.

Qingming tilted his head.

“Do you think he’s dead?”

“Speak, man, speak!”

“Snout, it’s just real!”

Tang Gunak lightly shook the old man with a slightly nervous expression on his face.

“Grandfather. Uncle?”

However, no matter how much he shook, the old man did not wake up easily.

Qingming said with a sullen face.

“Look, you’re dead.”

“Shut up, you bastard!”

"Someone sew this bastard's mouth! A little!"

Perhaps it was because the voices of the volcano disciples were raised, the old man, who had not moved, flinched and slowly opened his eyes.

“… … Yes?"

“My great grandfather, that’s a military music.”

“Who is the military villain?”

“… … This is the head of state, my uncle.”

"House owner? you?"

"Yes. Can't remember? I greeted you ten days ago.”

“Are you going? Where is Ming going?”

“… … My father has been dead for over ten years.”

"okay? Do you want me to go?”

“… … .”

Cheongmyeong, who was listening to their conversation, slowly began to distort. In the end, he looked at the party as if uneasy.

"excuse me."

“Yes, the seal.”

“… … But who is that inspiration?”

“You are the oldest of the current Tang family, ‘Dang Jo-pyung (當造平). In my family, I usually use the title of 'Shin-su-adun' rather than the name of that person.”

“Shinsu?”

The party nodded with a proud and proud face.

"Yes. He is the best craftsman in the current Tang family. He is a person who has no memorization that he cannot make with his dexterity like a ghost. If the person who leads the Tang family’s martial arts is Gaju, it is that person who leads the workshop of the Tang family.”

"Ah… … .”

“There is no craftsman who is better than him in the current stronghold. Even throughout the history of the Tang family, it is rare to find a craftsman like that.”

"Ah… … .”

It's good.

Everything is good... … .

Cheong-myeong slowly turned her shaky eyes to look at the craftsman in question.

“So who are you?”

“… … This is Tanggunak, my grandfather. Party evil.”

One cheek of Cheng-Myeong had a slight convulsion.

“… … But you don't seem to be in a good mood? Where are you sick?”

"Ah… … It's not like that... … .”

The party leader scratched the back of his head with a humble face.

“Because I am so old, I have not been able to see clearly lately. Normally it's not like this, but today it's a little more severe... … .”

“Isn’t it clear?”

“… … little."

Now, the cheeks, the corners of the eyes, and even the entire face of Cheong-myeong were trembling.

“Isn’t that what it means to be senile after all?”

“… … No, until senility... … .”

Cheongmyeong's gaze turned to Dangjopyong again.

“Yeah, how did the Lord find this old man?”

Five?

Tang Gunak bowed his head toward Dang Jo Pyeong, who seemed to have regained consciousness.

“Grandfather. I have a job to deal with Han-cheol. It seems like my great-grandfather has to step in and give it to me.”

“Han Cheol. ugh, yes It’s Han-cheol.”

Dang Zhao-ping wiped his white beard and shook his head.

“If it’s Hancheol, I have to step forward… … . Han Chul... … . Well, all year round.”

Dang Jo-pyung muttered with a serious face as if he was worried about something. Tang Gunak asked him.

“Are there any problems?”

“That’s the point.”

“Yes, uncle.”

"that… … .”

Tang Zhao-ping tilted his head.

“Who are you?”

“… … .”

“Where are you going?”

poodle poodle.

Cheongmyung's face convulsed as if it was about to explode.

"no! What the hell, after going to the person who handles the old season, what kind of old man came to visit?! Why is it a volcano and nothing works properly!”

In the end, Baekcheon hurriedly shut his mouth as he squeaked. And he quickly apologized in a cold sweat.

"Ha ha ha ha ha. sorry! This bastard is going crazy, hahaha!”

“Shut up! Please!”

The disciples of the volcano, who drew Qingming, were now almost crying. From the looks of it, he seems to be the most distributed person in the family, but he is senile to such a person!

But Qingming shook off everyone's hands and shouted.

“What, did I say I can’t? Damn artisans. You must have a mind to be a craftsman! If you don't have a mind, you're senile!"

Then, Dang Jo-pyung, who was looking around with blurry eyes, looked at Cheong-myeong. But in an instant, the old man's skinny body flinched.

A strange light flashed in his unfocused eyes the whole time.

"Huh… … . Huh?"

Dang Zhao-pyung, who looked at Cheongmyeong as if startled by something, immediately opened his mouth. It was as if he had seen a ghost.

"Huh? uh... … . Hawk… … .”

“Uncle?”

Tang Gunak, who was a bit bewildered, asked in a puzzled voice, but instead of answering, Tang Jo-pyung pointed to Cheongmyeong with a trembling hand.

“Plum Blossom Zone?”

“… … .”

huh?

Is this inspiration really senile? Who sees the plum sword... … .

'Oh, that's right.'

Oh, I'm a plum swordsman, right?

haha… … .

Hahaha… … .

'What's the matter, huh?'

Qingming lost his words for a moment. At the same time as the inside of my mouth was dry, a cold sweat started running down my spine.

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